It was wrong! Utterly and completely wrong… and yet, that was partly what made it so good…

The girls have been friends since the second grade. I had literally watched them grow up together. Now don’t get me wrong, I am no pedophile, I am not into underage girls. But man did puberty hit her like a ton of bricks.

One day she is a skinny little 12 year old, the next day she is an 19 year old with a set of double D’s. I tried not to notice at first. Averting my eyes whenever they strayed to her chest or her exposed cleavage. But damn she made it tough.

She seemed to relish my discomfort, wearing hardly anything at all, as if she was daring me to look. The worst was the summer we had the pool put in, I swear she was over almost every day, and that swimsuit might as well have been made out of dental floss for all that it covered. My daughter, bless her heart, never really seemed to notice my discomfort. Something for which I am eternally gratef

Angel and what she needs to satisfy her lusts have evolved over her time spent with Tom. This summary is a guide any young man would find surprising, but informative if he was trying to meet Angel’s needs.